Forgotten Dream

I am trying
to make myself
forgotten...

... by the few
who know me well.

I have a dream
that can be achieved...

but the stars say
I won't live
to see the change.

copyright 2012
by tabatha seven

Ex-friend?

I miss the long conversations

We used to have.

Her witty comments,

Her intense sarcasm…

Knowing that she was

On the edge

& a little psychotic…

But still pretty damned funny

& way smarter than me.

Sad to say,

She lost all that

Extra weight

And became a person

I didn’t know…

And didn’t really

Want to know.

She said I sold out

When I gave up

My bachelorette days.

And now she’s too good

To talk to me…

Copyright 2012 By Tabatha Seven

My Perfect Match

I think of him

Day & night…

My perfect match.

Yet I cannot touch him,

Cannot see him

Because I am already

Spoken for.

The pain,

The agony,

The inner torture…

My love

Consumes

My soul.

Copyright 2012 by tabatha seven

Tied Hands

I wish to the gods

I’d known him back then…

When I had no one

To answer to.

When I could still make

My own decisions…

But my hands are tied.

And I haven’t the strength

To untie them.

Copyright 2012 By tabatha seven